Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy Since The 80s, artist - Wiz Khalifa.
Date of issue: 04.09.2006
Song language: English
Crazy Since The 80s |
Can’t compare, I been going crazy since the 80's fucker |
Can’t compare, I been going crazy since the 80's fucker |
Can’t compare, I been going crazy since the 80's fucker |
Crazy since the 80's fucking, crazy since the 80's fucking |
Can’t compare, I been going crazy since the 80's fucker |
Can’t compare, I been going crazy since the 80's fucker |
Can’t compare, I been going crazy since the 80's fucker |
Crazy since the 80's fuckin, crazy since the 80's |
If you wondering who it is I’m the youngest in charge |
Back with another one of them classic ones, fuck with the boy |
Say you tired of hired help come and fuck with the boss |
Niggas say «Man you winning» fuck it I tell 'em of course |
I get love like a star, units move, cake appear |
412 PGH you hatin' cause we cakin' here |
Ask around you’ll hear about the noise the youngin’s making here |
Hit 'em with that 'Oh No', now I’m record breaking here |
See this that slow flow you heard of |
Seeing mo dough and re-ing more dro to burn up |
Keep it low though before the po-po swerve up |
Pull us to the side and them homos search us |
Gotta keep the work up, cause I was taught supply-demand |
Smoking putting Pistolvania on the map cause I’m the man |
Hustle hard plus the ladies love the nasty flow, scrappy know |
So why you hate me? |
Cause he crazy since the 80's (fucker) |
Yeah it’s young Wiz ain’t nobody do it how I done it son |
Killed ‘em with the first and gotta hit 'em with another one |
Not quite the remix, you see this G-Shit? |
For you to Pittsburgh ditty-bop to the beat with |
Fresh with my A-1's, keep a leaning fitted cap |
For those who sick of rap thank God ya niggas back |
A lot of niggas wack and that’s just sad to see |
We in a marathon you cats are lapped to me |
Khalifa still the same, ain’t nothing change but my change |
And my foot got a lil deeper up in the game |
It’s hard seeing through all this reefer up in my brain |
Let the trunk bang while you weaving and switching them lanes |
Hope if you in the club let ‘em know you moving through |
To pop something, roll something, man do what you do |
18, making major moves that’s why they hate me brother |
Plus I’m getting cakey I been crazy since the 80's fucker |
Let me make it clear, when that cake appear |
Ima make more in one day than most niggas make a year |
I put my time in, (what you doin' man?) nothing but grinding |
Moving these units they coming back for what I’m supplying |
I’m from the Steel-City, ya’ll niggas still lost |
I’m the youngest in charge spittin' that real raw |
My dutchies real long plus I work real hard |
Fuck a battle dog I’ll show you how to make a real song |
Or how to switch states, get cake from a mixtape |
Couple hundred-thousand off my face from Myspace |
You’ll be frustrated from tryna keep up with my pace |
How I control the track you fools get over-lapped |
You’ll get left in the dust just cause you lesser than us |
And coming at the kid? |
Simply said it’s just pressing ya luck |
See I was hungry on this grind when you was lazy brother |
So why you hate me? |
I been crazy since the 80's fucker |